Neville took a deep breath.
"I've got to tell you something," he said, determinedly avoiding Luna's gaze.
"What is it?" she asked curiously, setting down the newest edition of The Quibbler, which she had been reading.
"I, well, er," he began, hands twitching nervously.
"Wrackspurt's got you?" she stated knowingly. "They go in through your ears and make your brain go all fuzzy."
"I just…I really like you, Luna."
Luna's already protuberant eyes went wide in mixed shock and delight, and she found herself at a loss for words.
"Luna? Luna? LUNA!"
"Hm?" Luna looked up, and rubbed her eyes sleepily. She was in the library with Ginny, books spread across the table they were sitting at.
No Neville.
It had just been a dream.